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Description

Corruption %

0

Faction:
Pacifist

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Name Mao

Gender Male

Age 2600 years

Height 3' 00"

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Pokémon Species Chien-Pao

Occupation Feral

Nature Lonely

Ability Sword of Ruin

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Types Dark/Ice/Mystical

Type description

Dark

Mao's dark typing is less about magic, and more about his alignment. There's an innate drive inside Mao to do battle, though this mostly manifests as a desire to spar, and a tendency to rip up curtains.

Ice

Mao can freeze just about anything. Like all Chien-Pao, his favorite pastime is creating flurries of snow and bounding through them.

Mythical

Mao is a sword, which means that Mao can seal himself by melting his body so that only the sword remains. He retains his memories when in sword form, though he can't do anything until he freezes himself back a body. Mao prefers small, leopard cub-like bodies because his sword was forged incorrectly (it was made too small).

Skills

  Despite being the living embodiment of hatred placed into a sword, Mao is a pacifist through and through. Any combat skills he has are devoted entirely to spars and acrobatics.

Weapon(s)

I don't think 'he is his own weapon' is cliche considering he's a living sword.

Personality
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   Free Spirit

Mao isn't chained down by mortal possessions or needs. He can survive without a roof over his head, and likes it that way. Adventure is the name of the game with him- he's constantly looking for new experiences and rivals.

   Playful

Getting wrestled by a 3 foot tall snow leopard cub probably isn't fun, but Mao tends to leap before he thinks, and so that's gonna happen when you meet him. Lots of playful growls and kitten wrestling.

   Outsider

Mao was last awake in the esoteric days of old. He can't understand the common language and a lot of modern practices don't make sense to him. For instance: Mao still hunts fish. He doesn't need to eat, but he still likes the taste of smoked Magikarp.

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History

Long ago, there was an ancient nation faced with a great evil. Seeing the threat, the nation decided to forge the greatest weapons it could in order to combat that evil. Mao...was not one such weapon. Made as a small, scaled down prototype to what would (after many more revisions) go on to be Zacian's sword: Mao was born much like a Banette would: through amassed hatred from being discarded. He envied the Great Zacian's blade for many a years...which ironically helped him meet Chi-Yu.

Chi-Yu was a troublesome sort. Fickle as fire itself: they were a delinquent who burned structures out of envy toward Zamazenta's face plates, which it saw as better versions of itself (as Chi-Yu was made as a failed prototype for decor meant to protect). Together, Mao and Yu created lots of mayhem, earning their names as the Treasures of Ruin.

A potter's fear of them birthed their rival- a study bowl named Ting-Lu. Lulu was a gentle soul who was immovable as a mountain. She thoroughly defeated Yu and Mao and helped them see the error of their ways. From then on, the three friends were very close, and did their best to protect their meager little village as best they could. However, the band of reject weaponry and a bowl weren't able to stop the enemy from coming in, and their village was burned to the ground.

Seeing the carnage that weapons could cause: the trio devoted themselves to a pacifistic, nomadic existence. That was how they met Wo-Chien: or as he called himself: Saku. Saku never intended to bear such malice-filled words on his parchment, but those words sparked a local rebellion that he still holds a grudge over. He taught the trio the power of words, and they in turn promised him somewhere safe. A covenant was formed between the friends: they would spend the rest of their lives wandering through peace times and sleeping through war so they couldn't be used for evil, nor see it take root again.

When war next seemed imminent: Mao, Yu, Lulu, and Saku all traveled into what's now known as the Ancient Ruins. They hunkered down in there, ready to sleep until the world was finally at peace.

  But war after war came, with little pause between them.

Yet on this fine Starma Eve, the seal was finally broken. Mao opened his eyes for the first time in many years, and when he finally adjusted to even the faintest of light in the dark crypt...his friends had all but vanished. His awakening can be seen as a sign that the era of wars is finally winding down, or an omen of things to come. Neither matters to him. All Mao wants is to find his friends again.

Extras/Fun Facts

   - There may be many Wo-Chien, Chi-Yu, and Ting-Lu out there, but Mao is specifically looking for his group. He'd be happy to find more of their kind, of course, but he'll only settle for Yu, Lulu, and Saku (and yes, if anyone wants to claim any of those three, you're more than welcome to them. At the speed I get art out, they might come tomorrow or they might come in 3 years lol).

- Because he was created and lived several thousand years ago, Mao only speaks and writes in an old forgotten language. He's yet to learn modern Lahgenian.

Description

Corruption %

0

Faction:
Pacifist

-------------------------
Name Mao

Gender Male

Age 2600 years

Height 3' 00"

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Pokémon Species Chien-Pao

Occupation Feral

Nature Lonely

Ability Sword of Ruin

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Types Dark/Ice/Mystical

Type description

Dark

Mao's dark typing is less about magic, and more about his alignment. There's an innate drive inside Mao to do battle, though this mostly manifests as a desire to spar, and a tendency to rip up curtains.

Ice

Mao can freeze just about anything. Like all Chien-Pao, his favorite pastime is creating flurries of snow and bounding through them.

Mythical

Mao is a sword, which means that Mao can seal himself by melting his body so that only the sword remains. He retains his memories when in sword form, though he can't do anything until he freezes himself back a body. Mao prefers small, leopard cub-like bodies because his sword was forged incorrectly (it was made too small).

Skills

  Despite being the living embodiment of hatred placed into a sword, Mao is a pacifist through and through. Any combat skills he has are devoted entirely to spars and acrobatics.

Weapon(s)

I don't think 'he is his own weapon' is cliche considering he's a living sword.

Personality
-------------------------

   Free Spirit

Mao isn't chained down by mortal possessions or needs. He can survive without a roof over his head, and likes it that way. Adventure is the name of the game with him- he's constantly looking for new experiences and rivals.

   Playful

Getting wrestled by a 3 foot tall snow leopard cub probably isn't fun, but Mao tends to leap before he thinks, and so that's gonna happen when you meet him. Lots of playful growls and kitten wrestling.

   Outsider

Mao was last awake in the esoteric days of old. He can't understand the common language and a lot of modern practices don't make sense to him. For instance: Mao still hunts fish. He doesn't need to eat, but he still likes the taste of smoked Magikarp.

-------------------------

History

Long ago, there was an ancient nation faced with a great evil. Seeing the threat, the nation decided to forge the greatest weapons it could in order to combat that evil. Mao...was not one such weapon. Made as a small, scaled down prototype to what would (after many more revisions) go on to be Zacian's sword: Mao was born much like a Banette would: through amassed hatred from being discarded. He envied the Great Zacian's blade for many a years...which ironically helped him meet Chi-Yu.

Chi-Yu was a troublesome sort. Fickle as fire itself: they were a delinquent who burned structures out of envy toward Zamazenta's face plates, which it saw as better versions of itself (as Chi-Yu was made as a failed prototype for decor meant to protect). Together, Mao and Yu created lots of mayhem, earning their names as the Treasures of Ruin.

A potter's fear of them birthed their rival- a study bowl named Ting-Lu. Lulu was a gentle soul who was immovable as a mountain. She thoroughly defeated Yu and Mao and helped them see the error of their ways. From then on, the three friends were very close, and did their best to protect their meager little village as best they could. However, the band of reject weaponry and a bowl weren't able to stop the enemy from coming in, and their village was burned to the ground.

Seeing the carnage that weapons could cause: the trio devoted themselves to a pacifistic, nomadic existence. That was how they met Wo-Chien: or as he called himself: Saku. Saku never intended to bear such malice-filled words on his parchment, but those words sparked a local rebellion that he still holds a grudge over. He taught the trio the power of words, and they in turn promised him somewhere safe. A covenant was formed between the friends: they would spend the rest of their lives wandering through peace times and sleeping through war so they couldn't be used for evil, nor see it take root again.

When war next seemed imminent: Mao, Yu, Lulu, and Saku all traveled into what's now known as the Ancient Ruins. They hunkered down in there, ready to sleep until the world was finally at peace.

  But war after war came, with little pause between them.

Yet on this fine Starma Eve, the seal was finally broken. Mao opened his eyes for the first time in many years, and when he finally adjusted to even the faintest of light in the dark crypt...his friends had all but vanished. His awakening can be seen as a sign that the era of wars is finally winding down, or an omen of things to come. Neither matters to him. All Mao wants is to find his friends again.

Extras/Fun Facts

   - There may be many Wo-Chien, Chi-Yu, and Ting-Lu out there, but Mao is specifically looking for his group. He'd be happy to find more of their kind, of course, but he'll only settle for Yu, Lulu, and Saku (and yes, if anyone wants to claim any of those three, you're more than welcome to them. At the speed I get art out, they might come tomorrow or they might come in 3 years lol).

- Because he was created and lived several thousand years ago, Mao only speaks and writes in an old forgotten language. He's yet to learn modern Lahgenian.